155: Chapter 155 Well-behaved and Sensible

Secretary General Cao Yun paused, his tone becoming a bit more serious.

"Xiao Yang, remember what I told you. If anything happens in Yuntian City, call me anytime."

Wang Yang nodded.

"I know, Uncle Cao. Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with me?"

Secretary General Cao Yun gave a few more instructions before hanging up.

The private room fell quiet.

Wang Yang placed his phone on the table, leaned back against the chair, and stared at the vase of pink roses on the table, remaining silent for a long time.

His mind was still processing the news he had just heard.

Deputy Director Wang Hao had fallen.

Zhang Shouren had fallen.

It wasn't Secretary General Cao Yun who had taken action, but Ye Hongyuan himself.

The figures of several members of the Ye family appeared in his mind.

Old Master Ye leaned against the head of the bed, holding his hand and saying, "Xiao Wang, you saved my life."

Ye Hongqiang stood beside the hospital bed, his eyes red, patting his shoulder and saying, "If you need anything in the future, don't hesitate to come to me."

Ye Hongyuan held his hand, saying solemnly, "You saved my father; you are a benefactor of our Ye family."

These scenes flashed by frame by frame, finally freezing on one face.

Ye Xueying.

She stood at the door of the hospital room, wearing that creamy white turtleneck sweater and a light gray woolen skirt.

Her calves, wrapped in black stockings, were slightly pressed together, and her fingers clutched the strap of her bag so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Her eyes were red, with tears hanging on her eyelashes. She looked at him, her lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to get it out.

In the park, she sat on a bench, her hand held by his, her face so red it looked like it was burning.

She said, "Brother Yang, I like you too."

She said, "When I first saw you at my godfather's house, I felt that you were extraordinary."

She said, "Give me a few more days to process this."

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth slowly curled up, then immediately flattened again.

He took a deep breath, an indescribable feeling welling up in his heart.

He hadn't expected the Ye family to be the ones to take action.

And so quickly, so cleanly.

Luo Shiyun had been leaning quietly on his shoulder the whole time.

Her fingers were gently clutching the corner of his clothes; she didn't speak, nor did she ask.

She could feel the shifts in his emotions when he answered the phone.

From confusion to shock, from shock to silence, and from silence to his current thoughtful state.

The way Wang Yang had been staring blankly at the roses just now, his brows slightly furrowed.

Yet the corners of his mouth held a faint, almost imperceptible smile, as if he were thinking about something far away.

She raised her head and looked at him.

His profile was sharply defined in the afternoon sunlight; his brow bone was high, his nose bridge straight, and his lips slightly pursed.

Her fingers gave a gentle tug on the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Yang."

Wang Yang snapped out of his thoughts, looked down, and saw her.

Luo Shiyun's eyes were watery, filled with concern and a trace of unease.

"What happened?"

Her voice was very light and soft, like a feather landing on the surface of the water, carrying a cautious tenderness.

It wasn't an interrogation or an investigation, just concern.

Wang Yang looked at her, was silent for a second, then smiled.

The smile was faint but warm, like the sunlight outside the window.

He reached out and gently brushed the stray hair from her forehead, his fingertips lingering on her cheek for a moment.

"It's nothing. Just a small matter, don't worry."

Luo Shiyun looked at him, her lips moving slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't ask anything.

She just nodded gently, then rested her face back on his shoulder, wrapped her arm around his, and leaned her whole body against him.

Her movements were light and natural.

Like an obedient cat that had found a comfortable spot and wouldn't move anymore.

No questions.

No overthinking.

If he said it was nothing, she believed him.

If he said not to worry, she wouldn't worry.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

Her eyelashes were long and slightly curled, casting a small, fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids.

The tip of her nose was red, her lips were pursed, and the corners of her mouth held a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

The collar of her black turtleneck sweater covered most of her neck.

But those few faint red marks on the side of her neck were still partially exposed, pinkish and particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

She leaned quietly against his shoulder, like a flower blooming in a corner, neither contending nor grabbing for attention.

Not noisy or troublesome, just staying there quietly.

Wang Yang reached out and placed his hand on her back, patting it gently.

His palm, separated by the thin sweater, pressed against her warm skin.

Feeling her steady breathing and occasional slight trembling.

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter, shining on them and feeling warm.

The vase of pink roses on the table was in full bloom.

Fine beads of water still clung to the petals, shimmering with tiny glimmers in the sunlight.

The private room was very quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breathing and the slight ticking of the clock on the wall.

Wang Yang leaned back against the chair, holding Luo Shiyun.

His gaze fell on the high-rise buildings outside the window, and the image of Ye Xueying's flushed face appeared in his mind again.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

The Ye family.

Ye Xueying.

Interesting.

Very soon, after about a few minutes.

The door to the private room was knocked twice, gently, neither rushed nor slow.

A Waitress walked in carrying a tray; she was a girl in her early twenties, looking fair and clean.

She was wearing the restaurant's uniform with blue and white porcelain patterns, a professional smile on her face.

The tray was large and packed full.

She placed them on the table one by one, her movements light and steady, as if she were arranging some precious work of art.

Braised pork belly was served in a white porcelain plate, the sauce glossy and oily, the fatty and lean pork belly cut into mahjong-sized squares.

The pork skin was translucent, trembling at the slightest touch of chopsticks.

Beside the meat were a few blanched vegetables, vibrant green and coated in sauce, looking appetizing.

Steamed mandarin fish lay on an oval plate, with several slashes made on the fish's body.

Steamed until the flesh opened up like flower petals.

Scallion shreds, ginger shreds, and red pepper shreds were spread over the fish, drizzled with hot oil.

It was still sizzling with tiny bubbles, the aroma drilling straight into the nose.

Salt and pepper shrimp; the shells were fried golden and crispy, coated in a thin layer of salt and pepper, with the shrimp whiskers fried until they curled up.

They were lined up neatly one by one, with a small dish of salt and pepper powder on the side.

Dry-fried green beans; the skin of the beans was wrinkled from frying, charred, mixed with minced meat and dried chili peppers, red and green, glossy and oily.

Matsutake chicken soup, served in a small clay pot; as soon as the lid was lifted, steam surged up, the soup clear and bright.

Floating with a few slices of matsutake and a few goji berries, the aroma was thick and rich, impossible to disperse.

There were also two bowls of rice, the grains translucent, piled into the shape of a small mountain, steaming hot.

Luo Shiyun looked at the table full of dishes, her eyes slowly widening.

Her gaze moved from the braised pork belly to the steamed mandarin fish, from the salt and pepper shrimp to the dry-fried green beans.

Finally, it landed on the pot of matsutake chicken soup, pausing for several seconds.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

To be honest, it wasn't that Luo Shiyun hadn't seen good things before.

After all, when she and Li San were together, they had jointly managed a company.

Although it wasn't anything incredibly impressive, it had already surpassed many ordinary people.